Current mood:	morose
Current music:	the scientist: coldplay

All that glitter is not gold....
He rubbed his tired eyes, yet he knew he must complete this letter. Dipping his pen in the ink he began to write...


My beloved wife,
I know we have quarreled as of late and it pains me that we have done so. I realize that you see my support of Elros as upsetting your plans and a personal act of betrayal done unto you. I want you to know this is far from the truth. Yet I know whatever I write or say to you will not reach you. Knowing your headstrong nature, I know you cannot be swayed once you have set your mind to a cause. Believe me I know your nature better than anyone else. I believe your intentions are for the best for Doriath and its people. However I cannot believe that seizing the throne from the rightful ruler of this land is anything but beneficial to its people. I stand by my convictions with this and cannot go against the dictates of my conscience.
Others would misinterpret your desire to be queen of Doriath as cold ambition. This is not so, for your desire is to unite our people under one banner. I have seen others blanch from your wintry glance. I feel now that you have turned this coldness upon me. I feel like your heart is closed to me. You claim that I do not love you and I cannot comprehend that you would think this of me. I am one of the few in this world that have known the warmth of your loving embrace. You do not give your love easily, but to those that have known it have seen the fierce burning of it. Fierce and golden as the fires of Arien. I am like silver, the cool light of the moon. The moon's silver light mirrors the light of the sun. Up until now my thoughts and plans have mirrored yours. Yet this plan of yours, I cannot be a part of. Is the crown of Doriath worth the sacrifice of our love? You may gain a crown but lose me in the process. I do not wish that you would toss aside our love so easily? I am leaving two mornings hence from now. If you believe that I stand in the way of your plan, I shall leave for Lothlorien at once. I cannot remain here and idly sit by as you do this. I yearn for the peace of our realm. It is possible that the wrath of the Valar may have affected our kingdom. If you do not wish me to part from your side, please respond to this letter ere the sun rises two mornings from now. I patiently await your reply, my lady. Our love has lasted through the ages, I hope that a petty squabble shall not destroy it. I love you that is all I can say.

Your loving husband,
Celeborn